Onika's Anatomy

The Motions

Beyoncé POV

New York City

I had flown in New York with itching to kill somebody—and that somebody was Nasir. I was currently hauling ass to his office as his receptionist chastised that he was in an important meeting.

This little bitch had me fucked up—he was great as his job but awful as a so called 'family friend'. I met Nasir over thirty years ago through my father, his father was very good friends with mines to the point where Nasir would even spend nights at our house.

Nasir was different—that hood shit was in his blood, his mom died from cocaine overdose when he was only 14. And unfortunately, his father was killed moving some guns for my dad in Jamaica. Ever since then my dad took him in, treated him like his own son, paid his way through law school. Ensured that Nasir never lacked anything just because he didn't want to lose him to the streets.

Only being two years older to him—I always looked at him like a little brother. You know the type that look up to you and do everything you do? Yea that's him. I almost had to kill him for trying fuck my first wife behind my back—and despite that we moved on and remained cordial. I kept him at a distance though—only using him, when necessary, for instance winning custody of Blue.

I pushed the door to his office open allowing my own eyes to reveal the truth in front of me. Megan climbed off Nasir with shock plastered across her face.

"Baby it's not like that—" She said struggling to pull her skirt back down.

"Megan I could care less about you right now—get out I need to talk to Nas."

He had his back turn adjusting the buckle to his pants. Megan stood their looking between us like she was lost.

"BITCH I SAID GET OUT!" I screamed.

She scrambled for her things running out the door as fast as she could. I locked it turning back to Nasir who was reaching for the phone on his desk.

"Don't do nothing stupid Nas."

"B, I ain't with the shits. What the fuck do you want."

I smiled. "That's how you talk to your family—come on now." I said taking a seat directly in front of him.

He stared at me for a second before he sighed. "How much?"

"How much what?" I asked confused.

"How much do I need to give you, for you not to tell Onika?"

"Nigga you can't even afford me! What you got is because of my damn daddy! He should have left yo' ass sulking with your crackhead mother!"

He shook his head. "You ain't even had to go there. I would never say some fucked up shit to you like that—I respect you too much."

I laughed. "Respect me??? You respect me, not only did you try to fuck Ciara, but you also fucking my ex too and now you done fucked and knocked up the bitch I was dealing with! Your definition of respect is one fucked up one Nasir."

"Megan was a mistake..."

"Oh.... Enlighten me."

"Had too much to drink the night of the Harper Avery's and it just happened. As for that baby—that on you sis."

"Don't sis me...You lost that privilege and I also I had vasectomy which is pretty much still intact."

The color from his face dissipated, he slowly sat down placing his head in his hands. I used the opportunity to throw the manila folder at him.

"Tell me everything you know—and don't leave anything out."

He shuffled through the pictures in confusion. "You had someone following me?"